Killian's pov
I was on my way to Lucian's room to finalise some details with him before the tournament starts.
"Boo!"
I didn't turn my head quickly as I knew that scent.
"Mordecai, you rascal," I muttered.
The Alpha of the Blood Moon stepped into the light, his grin as wide as ever.
"Hey, my friend," Mordecai said, his eyes bright.
"I'm glad to see you," I said, my voice softening. "The last we heard of you was... back when Miranda..."
I trailed off.
"You can say it, Killian. I won't break. It's been a year since she died."
"I'm sorry, man. Truly. If there was anything I could have done—"
"You did enough," Mordecai interrupted, clapping my shoulder. "You came down to my pack to sit with me in the dark. That meant more than Lucian's contribution. Your brother sent me a flower, Kiki. A single white lily with a note that just said 'Sorry' in that stiff handwriting of his."
We both burst into laughter, the sound echoing off the stone walls.
